DAY TOUR1 – Dubrovnik to Mostar – Bosnia Herzegovina and back.
Thursday the 16th June we went on a day tour, going north, with Leo and two of his sons friends to Mostar – where the guys jump off the 30 metre bridge after they have collected enough money
– and we had a genuine Bosnian meal for around $5 – excellent, though Bosnia Herzegovina is a very poor country.
Ploce – Turkish buildings – mosque, coffee under tree. Blagaj – The Ottoman sultan was so impressed that he ordered a tekija to be built right next to the source of the Buna River.
This 16th century house/monastery was built for the Dervish cults and is still one of the most mystical places in all of Bosnia and Herzegovina. Currently the river is flooding the main cafe area.
When we arrived it was a hot 30deg so off with sandals, feet a dangling. Lasted about 30 secs as the water must have been close to 4 degrees.
Ston – the walled city – longest wall after Great Wall of China) – The full day tour from 9:00 to 17:00 was very scenic with soaring high mountains to 1800 metres, excellent roads and fertile valleys. Leo was both entertaining and knowledgeable with a first hand knowledge of the 1991 war of independence when the former Yugoslavia was broken up.
Day Tour2 – Dubrovnic to Kotor – Montenegro and back.
Friday the 17th June – another all day trip with Leo, south to Kotor in Montenegro. Monte – mountain – negro – black – apparently named because in winter all the leaves fall off and the greenery vanishes. Interestingly, on the drive, one goes from Croatia to no mans land and then to Montenegro. This was as a political stuff up during the time of land allocation after the war. Too hard basket. At Kotor there is a huge horseshoe bay, half in Croatia and half in Montenegro, with a church in the middle of a small island.
After a few hours in old town Kotor we caught a car ferry back across the bay and saved about 30 kms. On the way back we called in to Gruda where there was a silkworm factory. Lots of pictures of them at different stages chewing on mulberry leaves. Interesting but the products for sale were tired looking.
From there for another coffee at Ljuta, still in Montenegro, where a water wheel turns a barbecue roasting spit. Slight overkill.
They also had a large holding pen for freshwater trout – very small. The journey back – way too tired.